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Christina: Chapter 13 (bd,cons)
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Christina: Chapter 13
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by T. F. Yank
Charlotta regarded her image in the mirror. She heard the restless
movement of Josh in the bedroom. Let him wait she thought. The
anticipation will heighten the pleasure. Her eyes travelled down the
length of the body displayed before her. Her mane of auburn hair
lovingly caressed her well tanned shoulders. A blood red leather corset
tightly encased her upper body, flaring over her ample hips. She loved
the feel of the whalebone ribs digging into her warm flesh. Her breasts
were shown at their best, sittting within the half cups of the corset.
She reached for a small container and applied a deep red rouge to her
areolas and nipples.
Returning the container, she reached for an ornate bottle
containing her favorite perfume. She ran the stopper down the center of
her bared stomach to her mass of pubic hair. Her bush, the same deep
auburn as her mane, had been trimmed to a perfect triangle. She gently
ran a finger along the outer lips, sending a delightful shiver through
her body.
She was bare from the bottom of the corset to just below her knees.
Her lower legs were encased in matching blood red boots, complete with 4
inch stiletto heels. She reached once more to retrieve something from
the shelf. It was a chain. Not some flimsy piece of jewellery, but a
chain you might use to restrain a guard dog, or secure a bike. The
links were heavy and gold plated. She wrapped it around her waist, and
took a final look in the mirror. She was pleased.
She left the bathroom and entered her bedroom. Josh was kneeling
naked in the center of the room. A small whimper escaped him as he saw
her. Seeing her glare, he dropped his gaze and shifted uncomfortably.
"You've been very naughty, dear boy," Charlotta said softly,
almost purring. "First you bring that old bitch with you, and then you
have the nerve to suggest we share our little game here with my
assistant. What have you to say?"
"Yes, Mistress," Josh answered, weakly.
"Yes Mistress, what?" Charlotta snapped.
"Yes, Mistress, I have been naughty," he quickly replied. "But
Helen insisted...."
Charlotta's hand shot out, slapping him across the face. *SMACK*
"I did not give you permission to explain. I simply said you were
naughty. And you have been, haven't you?"
"Yes, Mistress. I have been very naughty."
"What am I to do with you?" Charlotta asked.
Josh remained silent.
Again, Charlotta's hand shot out. *SMACK* "I asked you a
question!"
"Punish me," he whimpered.
"How?"
"Beat me. Hurt me, please. I have been naughty and deserve to be
punished"
"You'd like that, wouldn't you?"
"Yes Mistress. I'd like that very much."
Charlotta stroked his nipples with her finger tips. "And you will
be silent, won't you?"
"Yes Mistress. I will be silent no matter how much it hurts," he
replied. His breath quickened under her touch.
Charlotta grabbed his now rigid nipple, and digging a nail into it,
gave it a harsh twist. "No matter how much it hurts?" she asked with a
vicious chuckle.
"Y-Y-Yesssssssssssss," he managed to gasp.
Giving the tender nub of flesh another twist, Charlotta asked, "Yes
what?"
"Yes Mistress, I will be silent, no matter how much it hurts."
"You were such a bad boy downstairs. But I promised you I wouldn't
draw blood tonight. The old bitch is still leaving for the continent on
Wednesday?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"Good. You will stay at the Club next weekend. There, I will make
you regret being so bold earlier. You can have all week imagining the
pain I will inflict on you. I will enjoy whipping your ass until it's
covered in blood. But tonight, I will simply make it feel that way. I
will not leave any permanent marks. But the pain will bring tears to
your eyes. That is what you want, isn't it?"
A look of pure ecstasy covered his face as he replied, "Oh yes,
Mistress."
Charlotta grabbed his hair and pulled his face to her chest. "But,
first you will show me you are worth my time. Show me how much you
worship me."
Josh rubbed his face on her breasts, the rigid half cups of the
corset digging into him. His mouth opened to fix itself on her breast,
his tongue lapping the firm flesh. He sucked upon the nipple until he
felt it starting to grow under his attention. Moving his head, he paid
homage to the other breast. His hands reached up and grasped her
buttocks. pulling her tightly against him.
*SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* Her hands struck him about the head and
shoulders. "Who said you could put your hands on me?" Charlotta
screamed at him. She raised her foot and dug the heel of her boot into
his groin, pushing him away. "You disappoint me," she said softly.
"I'm not sure I feel like doing this after all. Maybe you should get
dressed and go back to the old bitch."
"No! Please! Please, Mistress, I will behave. Please don't send
me away," he pleaded, throwing himself at her feet.
Charlotta remained silent. She moved her boot against the side of
his face and waited.
He turned and started licking her boot. She allowed him to
continue for a moment, then slowly moved her foot away from him.
Sliding on his belly, he followed her movement, and continued to wash
her boot with his tongue.
"Stop," she commanded. He froze, not daring to move. He watched
her move away from him. He could hear a drawer open, and then close.
His breath caught in his throat in anticipation of what was to come as
he watched her boots return to where he lay.
"Kneel!" She said. He scrambled to his knees, making sure his eyes
were fixed on her feet. "Look at it!" She ordered as she held something
before her. His eyes raised and looked at the object she held in her
hand.
It was a paddle of sorts. The handle was a large, realistic
looking penis, ten inches in length. The blade, approximately two feet
long and about three inches wide, was made of fiberglass. The tip and
edges were well rounded, ensuring no sharp edges to break tender skin.
The blade, while rigid, had some flex to it. Down the center of the
flat, a groove was formed, which ensured no air would be trapped between
it and the surface it came in contact with, thus impeding the strength
of the blow.
"Kiss it," she commanded.
He placed his mouth against the blade and did as she commanded.
Slowly she moved it until the tip of the handle pressed against his
mouth. Unbidden, he opened his mouth wide to allow her to push the
phallic shaped handle in. Slowly, he moved his head up and down on the
latex shaft as if he sucked the real thing. Again Charlotta moved away
from him, forcing him to follow on his knees if he was not to break
contact.
"Good boy," she cooed. "I think it will be fun to see you try the
real thing next weekend." Pulling the handle from his mouth, she said,
"Now turn around and place your arms behind you." Josh did as told and
waited.
"No, don't clasp you hands together. I want you to grab your
elbows. Like that, yes."
He couldn't see her, but heard her move back to the dresser. Again
a drawer opened and closed. He was tempted to turn around to see what
she was doing.
*SWOSH* *SWACK* The blade sliced through the air, catching him
across the side of the face. His ear burned with pain.
"Naughty, naughty. I didn't tell you to turn around," Charlotta
whispered in his aching ear. Her hand reached around him and grasped a
nipple. Her nails dug into him, causing him to gasp in pain. "If you
keep playing these little games, I will not be pleased. And you do so
want to please me, don't you?" Her tongue licked his ear, delving into
the tiny opening as her fingers gently caressed his aching nipple.
"Yes, Mistress," he moaned.
"Good," she said as she wrapped something around his forearms.
Roughly, she pressed his arms together until he could grasp his elbows
with his hands. "Hold it like that," she said as she tightened the
wrapping, locking his arms in place. "Velcro is such a marvellous
discovery, isn't it?" she asked rhetorically. He tried to loosen the
binding, but couldn't. As his shoulder joints screamed in agony, he
waited for her next command. She walked around until she stood before
him. His body shivered as his eyes locked on her naked bush. "Please
me," she commanded.
He leaned forward and buried his face between her legs. His mouth
desperately sought her vagina, his tongue seeking her hidden opening.
Charlotta parted her legs allowing him access. At last he managed to
part her vaginal lips and thrust his tongue inside.
"Oooo, we are eager, aren't we," Charlotta cooed. She grasped him
by the hair and pushed his face harder against her vagina. His tongue
moved rapidly in and out of her moistening slit as he attempted to
caress her clit with his nose. His head shook side to side and up and
down like a small terrier shaking a rubber toy.
Charlotta grabbed him by the ears and holding his head stock still,
rubbed herself against his face. "More tongue," she gasped. "Eat me you
worthless piece of shit, eat me!"
Josh did what he could with his head restrained as it was. His
tongue moved rapidly up and down her now wet slit, occasionally slipping
into her warn moist hole. His ears ached as her nails dug in harder as
she pulled him even tighter against her bush.
"Fassster," she hissed, as she felt the first wave of her orgasm
build within her. "Fuck me with your tongue, you spineless worm."
Charlotta's hips crashed against his face repeatedly, as she
thrusted against him. He stretched his tongue as far as it would go,
burying it deep inside her. When he felt her vaginal muscles tighten
around his tongue, he moved upward seeking her clitoris. Knowing well
what his mistress expected, he clasped his mouth upon the rigid nub, and
sucked hard.
A spasm shook her body as his tongue lashed across her sensitive
clit. "Faster! Faster, damn it!" she cried, hoarsely. Her thighs
trembled from the strain her position placed upon them, the muscles
burning as if liquid fire coursed through them. Her chest heaved,
unable to take a full breath due to the confining corset. Her vision
blurred, her mind clouded, her entire world became centered on where his
mouth made contact.
"Now!" she cried out. Her hands, balled into fists, beat upon his
head and shoulders. "Noooooooooowwwwwwwwwww!"
Josh took her pulsating clit between his teeth and gently bit down.
As Charlotta thrashed about, lost in her orgasm, he held on for dear
life.
"Harder, you cockless bastard. Harder! God yes. Like that.
Yesssss," she hissed as the full force of her climax swept over her.
Her hands no longer pounded his shoulders, but instead, lovingly
caressed his neck and head. She gulped large quantities of air, trying
to fill her lungs.
Slowly, her hips stopped their wild gyrations, and she gently
rubbed her sopping wet slit against his face. She sank to her knees in
front of him and covered his face in kisses. Her tongue licked her own
cum from his face before delving into his mouth. Her arms clasped him
to her tightly, the stiff half cups of her corset digging into his
chest.
Breaking the kiss, she stared into his eyes. "That was not bad,"
she said with a smile. "But we are not yet through playing our little
games, are we?" As if daring him to contradict her, she ran a finger
across his swollen lips. His mouth opened to her touch, his tongue
flicking against her finger.
"We can stop here, if you want. Just say the word, and we can go
back down stairs," she whispered as she tenderly stroked his tongue and
mouth with her finger. Her free hand reached down and stroked his semi-
rigid penis. She felt it jump at the contact, and smiled. "Just say
the word, and its over."
"No. Please Mistress. Don't send me away," he pleaded.
Charlotta looked at him for a moment. Giving his limp penis a
gentle squeeze, she got to her feet. She walked slowly around his
kneeling form, saying nothing. She stooped down and retrieved the
paddle and slapped it against the flat of her palm. *SWACK* She
laughed as he involuntarily flinched at the sound.
Walking toward the foot of her bed, she turned to face him. "Come
here," she whispered. He scrambled on his knees to where she had
indicated. She waited until he had assume the proper position, his
chest parallel to the floor, his buttocks thrust up high. She placed
the paddle across his buttocks, rubbing it over his trembling flesh.
She saw the muscles in his thighs straining to maintain his
posture. She leaned forward and ran a hand over fleshy part of his
buttocks. Her finger traced a line along the crack of his cheeks,
following it down to his scrotum. Her hands cupped his testicles, and
softly squeezed. She was rewarded by a sharp intake of air.
"We mustn't hurry things," she whispered. "We still have so many
things to discuss." Again squeezing his testicles, less gently this
time, she straightened. Holding the paddle firmly, her arm swung
backward. Once it had reached its furthest point in the arc, it
reversed direction, the paddle a blur as it cut through the air to
strike the waiting flesh.
As the paddle made contact, Josh groaned. "Remember," Charlotta
reminded him, "you are not to cry out. You can cry, sob, grunt, and
even moan in ecstasy. But if you scream or cry out, I will stop. Is
that understood?"
"Y-y-es, Mistress," he managed to reply. Again the paddle stuck
his buttocks, and he managed to swallow the scream in his throat.
Charlotta started to paddle him in earnest. She worked both cheeks
and the upper portion of his exposed thighs until they glowed bright
red. She alternated between his buttocks and his thighs, never allowing
herself to fall into a rhythm. Occasionally she would pause, his body
tensed in expectation. Watching him closely for the first signs of
relaxation, she would resume the beating.
Tears streamed freely down his face, his breathing alternating between
small shallow breaths and deep gulps of air. But no matter how
punishing the blows, he did not cry out. Pleased with him, Charlotta
gently stroked his swollen buttocks. His flesh radiated heat. Where
her hand touched, the skin whitened, leaving a pale ghostly image
surrounded in a sea of bright red.
Her arm ached. Her body was covered in a thin sheen of
perspiration from the exertion. Setting the paddle down on the bed, she
continued to spank him with her hand, her fingers digging into the
burning flesh each time they made stinging contact. She felt a warmth
in her vagina which matched the heat rising from his tortured flesh.
She sat back on the edge of the bed and called him to her. Spreading
her legs wide before him, she said, "Now show me your appreciation."
Josh slowly straightened, the effort obviously causing him
additional pain. He moved between her legs and buried his face in her
bush. His tongue pushed its way between her outer vaginal lips and
probed her depths. Charlotta edged closer to the edge of the bed until
only the small of her back was supported by it. She laid back and
allowed herself to enjoy the pleasures of his mouth. Soon the room
filled with her moans as he continued to pleasure her.
Her hips thrashed beneath him, her hands tangled in his hair. She
spread her legs even wider, offering him greater access. His lips
sought her clit and again he grasped it with his teeth. Her hands tore
at her opening, trying to widen it further. Her moaning became more
insistent as she neared climax. She wrapped her legs around his head,
her heels beating against his back.
It was his turn to torture her. He lightly nipped her extended
clit, never quite hard enough. His tongue lashed the tender morsel of
flesh causing her to writhe uncontrollably beneath him. He could feel
her body tense as she neared her peak. He increased the speed of his
tongue, his teeth grasping her clit even tighter.
At last, she obtained release, her body convulsing in the midst of
her orgasm. Her breasts heaved as she tried to breath. Her legs felt
like molten lead, her vagina pulsating with each wave of pleasure that
flooded her body. Weakly, she sat up and stroked his hair. He knelt
there, a faint smile on his face, and continued to lick her sopping
bush.
Charlotta took the paddle laying by her side. Pushing herself off
the bed, she knelt on the floor beside Josh. Turning him sideways, she
undid the bindings that held his arms. He groaned as he rubbed his
arms. She placed a hand on the back of his head and pushed him forward,
until he was on all fours.
Moving behind him, she caressed his still red buttocks. She
reached through his legs and grasped his now rigid shaft. He let out a
soft moan as her fingers wrapped tightly around it. Slowly moving her
hand up and down the length of his shaft, she turned the paddle so the
handle pressed against his rectum.
In response, he pressed back against the handle, spreading his
legs. Charlotta forced the tip of the handle in his rectum. His
sphincter muscle slowly relaxed, allowing the large dildo to slip deeper
in his anus. She twisted it as she pushed it deeper, until she had
almost the entire ten inches buried between his nether cheeks.
The room was silent except for their breathing. Charlotta
continued to milk his penis as she twisted the large handle. Quickly
she withdrew the handle until only its tip remain buried. A groan
escaped Josh as he attempted to press against it. As suddenly as she
had pulled it out, she pressed it back in.
Charlotta moved the dildo in and out, her hand on his shaft
matching the rhythm of the dildo. Josh began to moan loudly, his hips
moving back and forth, matching Charlotta's thrusts. She saw he
couldn't last much longer.
"If you spill a drop on my carpet, you will regret it," she warned
him, giving the dildo a vicious twist. It proved more than Josh could
stand. He quickly moved his hands to catch his spurting sperm as his
shaft jerked in climax. Charlotta released her hold on his cock and
concentrated on reaming his ass with the dildo. Josh groaned
uncontrollably as the dildo ravaged his anal passage. His head pressed
against the floor as the last of his climax spurt into his cupped hands.
Charlotta slowly withdrew the dildo completely from his spent body.
Rising to her feet, she walked to in front of the bent body. With the
tip of her boot, she lifted his head, forcing him into a kneeling
position. Again using the toe of her boot, she forced his knees further
apart. "Good boy," she said, checking the carpet beneath him, "you
didn't make a mess. Now let me see you swallow it. Let me see you eat
your own cum."
Slowly, Josh raised his cupped hands to his mouth. His tongue
tentatively licked the milky fluid, drawing it into his mouth. A
shudder ran through his body as he swallowed.
"Oooo, you are such a good boy," Charlotta cooed. She reached out
a hand and grabbed one of his wrists. Forcing him to stretch his arms
and body upward, while he was still kneeling, she raised his hands to
her face. Lowering her head slightly, she pressed his cupped palms to
her mouth. She greedily sucked the rest of his cum, her tongue licking
his palms clean. "Such a good, sweet boy," she sighed.
Still grasping his wrist, she reached out her other hand and hooked
a finger under his chin. Applying gentle pressure, she caused him to
stand. Releasing his wrist, she reached for his now limp penis.
Squeezing it firmly, she pulled him toward the bathroom. "It's time I
rejoin the party downstairs. You will leave at once, taking that old
bitch with you. We must see each other at the contract signing
ceremonies, otherwise, you are not to contact me. You behaved well this
time. However, you will be at the Club next weekend where we will
resume your training."
As they had entered the bathroom, Charlotta released her hold of
Josh, and started to unhook the corset. "You may remove my boots," she
said, placing one foot forward. A look of devotion filled his face as
he sank to his knees before her.
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"Christina: Chapter 13" - by T. F. Yank
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